I have to apologize at this point but I realize that I’m not taking nearly as many photos as I was earlier in the trip. I should still have a couple photos for each of the next several entries but not as many as usual.
Anyhows, on March 19, we headed to Comayagua. There really wasn’t much to do in Comayagua and there wasn’t really much reason to be there except that it was a halfway point between Roatan Island and Granada. We had left from Roatan Island at 5:30 in the morning and were fortunate enough to see an English Premier League match on the ferry ride on the way off the island. Other than that, the trip was pretty uneventful and we got to our hotel shortly after noon. After lunch, we walked around for a while. Meanwhile, I took a picture of a church in the center of town just to have a photo to post on this site. You’re welcome.
We were going to meet for dinner at a Chinese restaurant later in the evening. We didn’t realize at the time, though, that there was a Wendy’s just around the corner from our hotel. We had a few Wendy’s virgins in the group so some of us went there and ruined our appetites. Especially me, since I needed a Baconator from the time I walked in.
I went to the Chinese restaurant anyway and just had a few beers. This was going to be a short night anyway, though, since we had a 12-hour trip across the Honduras/Nicaragua border the next day.
We got up early the next morning and started on our way to Nicaragua. The most important part was finding a volunteer to bring our Honduran jerk chicken into Nicaragua. As it turned out, the border between Honduras and Nicaragua was pretty damn simple and the chicken smuggling wasn’t a big deal.
From the border, we headed towards Granada. One of the most interesting events during the trip was when the bus stopped for a while to let a herd of cattle get by. It reminded me a lot of North Carolina.
Upon arriving in Granada, we went to find an ATM to get some bona fide Nicaraguan currency – Cordobas. Afterwards, we headed to a bar where I had some hot wings, which I find myself getting every time they’re available. There’s only so many rice and beans a man can take. We headed to an Irish pub, afterwards, and drank until they closed and returned to our hotel.
The outdoors things to do in Granada turned out to be pretty lame and not many people went out to do much. My Australian friend and I went out to get a three-hour breakfast and I had one of the most interesting omelettes that I’ve ever eaten. It was a bacon and cheese omelette with entire strips of bacon inside the eggs. It was the first omelette I can ever remember eating that required a knife. Afterwards, we met some friends for a drink and then I retired back to the hotel to write for a while.
Later in the evening, I went out and met a group of friends for some drinks. I had a few but was getting bored. The constant drinking thing was starting to get tedious. I left for about forty minutes and then met back with the group. Unfortunately, though, I wasn’t feeling it. After my Australian friend offended me, my English friend stopped by and made me feel better. Nevertheless, by that time, I had taken a few over-the-counter valium and was ready just to go to bed. The rest of the group went salsa dancing but I couldn’t have cared less. I slept the sleep of the dead and when I awoke, I was ready for the next day’s trip to Ometepe Island. On Ometepe Island, I was going to have a Sheldon day and I was really looking forward to it. I’ll get into that next time.
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